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My family tree, it seems, is quite a mess,
John’s Y DNA did not match Mackness,
John instead matches up to an Ibling,
But then the Ibling did not match his sibling,
Instead the Ibling matched up to a Rolland,
But Rolland wasn’t from here, but from Poland.
The only thing in common I can remember
Is that all of them were born in September.

Good Heavens, I might have figured this out,
There’s one magical man, roly-poly and stout,
That visits worldwide just once a year,
In just one night, bringing gifts and good cheer.
Cookies and milk are left for his snack,
With a wink, he finds gifts for good kids in his pack,
But maybe he had something extra special in stow
For a few grateful Moms under the mistletoe?
My gosh, I think there’s even a song,
About kids seeing Santa kissing on Mom.
All this time, I thought sure it was Dad,
And Dad surely is going to be mad.

Do you think it’s possible that all these odd matches at play
Could be related to the man with the reindeer and the sleigh?
He’s been around forever it seems,
But not in even my wildest dreams,
Does it seem possible that the man with the twinkle and jingle,
Would be the guy doing the Mistletoe Mingle?
However, the modus operandi really does fit
And all I need now is some Santa Claus spit,
Cause, of course, I’m just dying to know,
If John, Ibling and Rolland all line up in a row.
And the name they all match, of course, would be Kringle,
Which would explain all about that wink, twinkle and jingle….

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You just never know who you’re going to meet doing genetic genealogy. I meet the most interesting people. One of my customers who purchased a Personalized DNA Report was a gentleman named Steve Ewing. He wanted to know about the Ewing Clan, where his ancestors were from and if they were from Inch Island. Did you even know there was a place called Inch Island?

Well, there it is, in Ireland, not far from Londonderry, and Steve’s Ewing family just may be from there. So if you’re a Ewing or Ewen and you haven’t yet DNA tested, you might want to think about it, because you just might be from Inch Island and you might be related to a poet.

A poet?

Yes Indeed, a poet. Steve’s hometown, Edgartown, MA., appointed him their first poet laureate. But in case you think Steve is a one-trick pony, he’s not just a poet, he builds docks for a living, plus of course, he’s a genealogist. I told you that I get to meet some of the world’s most interesting people, and I wasn’t kidding.

I asked Steve if he had written anything about DNA, if that had yet inspired him. He sent me this poem and most gracioiusly granted permission for me to share it with you. (Thank you Steve!) His inspiration was the search for a new chief of the Clan Ewen. But instead of me talking about it, let’s listen to the poet…